Before Ethan could get them out, the soldiers who'd locked them up had come back for them.  Elizabeth scowled at them and while she had many things she wanted to say to them, she kept quiet for the time being; she had a feeling their threat wasn't one to be taken lightly.  The man appeared to be overly excited about the prospect of explaining this to them via visual aides to the point Elizabeth had to roll her eyes; he acted more like a child than Erin did.  Afraid to move very far from her original spot, she could see that she took to standing close to Ethan.  The girl was practically his shadow for now.

Disgusted as she looked over at Private Cole, he was exactly the type of person she'd always hated.  She'd become accustomed to assholes like him whenever she was with her ex.  He wasn't American.  In fact, he'd been with the British Armed Forces.  His four year enlistment contract had ended a months before they'd met.  As difficult and tumultuous as their relationship had been, it was thanks to him and his teachings that she was able to survive right now—and she only hoped that he was out there keeping their son safe as well.

Elizabeth's mouth fell open at the revelation.  Even with them telling her their motives behind everything, she still couldn't understand why it mattered so much to them.  What did it matter that the President was shutting them down?  Was this a matter of greed and job security?  A bunch of elitist nationalistic assholes that just wanted to see the rest of the world destroyed for no other reason?  This was evil.  There was no other word to describe it.

Staring at the screen when Tyler's picture showed up, she tried not to show any emotion.  Even though she hadn't liked the guy, he was a jerk, that didn't mean she wanted anything bad to happen to him.  He'd helped even when he didn't have to, like when he'd gone with them to save Erin.  She glanced down at the little girl who looked horrified to see the man's image on the screen.  She remembered him too.  The image changed to a picture of his corpse and Erin squeaked, covering her mouth and looking away.  Elizabeth clinched her fist so tight that she could feel her fingernails digging into the palms of her hands.

“This whole thing is bullshit,” Elizabeth finally snapped.  “It's all pointless!  You're just a bunch of power hungry egomaniacs on a power trip.”  Held back only by the pastor from doing something she'd regret, she glared at the General as he walked by her.  Even if she didn't really know the person he'd picked, she'd never spoken to him before, Elizabeth was livid at the thought of anyone dying.  “You son of a bitch-” she yelled, moving to lunge forward.  The soldiers descended on them all as she kicked and thrashed against them, plunging her teeth into the soft spot on his hand as he forced her back into the small cage.  

Even when the lights were off and they had been sitting in the dark calming down after what they'd just seen, she was still fuming.  “We need to get the hell out of here,” she said, even if she didn't need to.

“Lizzy,” Erin said, her voice shaking.  It was obvious she was scared, but what surprised Elizabeth more was what she said next.  “Don't make them mad.”  She was worried that she might provoke them into doing something to her next.  

She hadn't meant to scare her with her outburst.  “I'm sorry, sweetie,” she told her.  “It's just...what they're doing is wrong.  I couldn't stay quiet.”  Frowning with a grimace as she realized that probably wasn't a good apology, Erin was quiet as she seemed to contemplate what she'd said and take it to heart.  She only hoped that the girl didn't hate her for speaking her mind—even if it meant she might get in trouble for it.

Not knowing how long it had been since their last visit, it was Private Cole who came back into the room this time with a couple other goons.  One of the soldiers tapped on the cages, barking and mocking them as they passed by, before arriving at Elizabeth's cage.  “This one,” he said, a lecherous grin on his face that made her stomach churn.  

“No,” she stated, shirking back in her small cage, but they reached in to grab her by her feet and dragged her out.  “No!” she yelled, trying to fight them off, but they were too strong.  They dragged her through their comrade's blood streaking the floor and staining her clothes.  Her desperate pleas for them to let her go echoed through the hallway until they'd finally had enough and, to make sure she was quiet, knocked her out.